The Orc General''s innards burst out as it staggered awkwardly before its massive body fell to the ground with a heavy ''bang''.

    Bang.

    Ronan gasped in disbelief.

    Who is that person?! He actually killed that monster in just one move!

    The arrogant beast that had killed many of their comrades and severely injured Jared Paxley died just like that. It couldn''t even block the two-handed heavy sword.

    Subsequently, the man who had killed the Orc General appeared in front of Ronan.

    Whoosh!

    With just one swing of his two-handed heavy sword, all the orc warriors around them were blasted into smithereens, their blood and pieces of their flesh exploded in all directions.

    Bloody hell! So strong!

    Ronan''s eyes widened at the incomprehensible scene.

    After killing the orc warriors, the man lowered his sword and turned to look at him.

    "Are you, Sir Ronan?"

    Ronan nodded absentmindedly.

    "Follow me. Lord Alaric is looking for you, but before that, let''s get that wound patched up first."

    The man stabbed his heavy sword into the ground before he approached Ronan and gave the latter timely first aid to stop his bleeding.

    It was only when his left shoulder had been patched up that Ronan had regained his clarity.

    "Who might you be, sir?" He asked while cautiously staring at the middle-aged warrior.

    "I''m Galanar. I serve Lord Alaric."

    So it''s Lord Alaric and the warriors of House Silversword...

    Galanar...

    Alaric shook off these thoughts and focused his attention on the battlefield as he asked Galanar. "How is the situation?"

    "My lord, only one Orc General has appeared and there are about three hundred orc warriors present. However, I can sense that there are still more of them hidden deep within the forest. Furthermore, there are a lot of powerful auras similar to the Orc General I killed. By my estimates, there should be fifteen of them." Galanar promptly responded.

    Alaric furrowed his eyebrows.

    Fifteen Orc Generals and over a thousand orc warriors...

    I''m pretty sure there''s a stronger orc leading this army...

    It''s definitely ''that'' thing!

    Alaric thought about the monster that led the orc invasion in his past life. It was a walking disaster of a beast, an absolute nightmare that almost destroyed Vale!

    Since this is a hard mission, I''m certain that it''s here.

    His gaze hardened as he thought of this.

    "Preserve your strength. I''m afraid there is a monster far stronger than the Orc Generals commanding this orc army." Alaric uttered in a grim voice.

    His words made everyone frown.

    The Orc Generals were already troublesome and only powerful Elite Knights like Galanar, Warrick, and Fredrinn could beat them. Arthur and Henry would have some difficulties fighting one since they had just advanced recently.

    "My lord, what kind of monster are you talking about?" Henry asked with an inquisitive look. As an Elite Knight, he had an inherent advantage in sensing auras, but he couldn''t sense the monster that Alaric was talking about.

    The warriors curiously at Alaric, waiting to hear his answer.

    Alaric had already prepared his response even before coming here so he was quick to reply.

    "Normally, orc tribes are usually helmed by an Orc General, but there are times when they need to gather especially when there is a severe lack of resources. During this process of gathering, infighting is pretty common..."

    He explained what he had learned in his past life.

    "The winning orc generals would eat the flesh of their defeated opponents and this would sometimes trigger an evolution."

    He paused for a moment before he continued.

    "A powerful monster is thus born, an Orc Lord."